Three days like this. slow rain.
blanket gray sky. still air.
and slow rain.
you must look for it on purpose.
no announcing rumble or
flashing light blades. only slow rain.
slow rain does not fall in drops, it seems.
but a veil of wet that lays itself
silently, softly across the outside world then gathers
tiny pellets that roll, slide
and dangle off all edges
slipping to the ground below.
slow drip...slow drip...slow drip.
all day. through the night.